I'm weaving a pashmina from the golden threads of our conversations, adulterating it with wool of lukewarm love and much detested opinions. I'll add the colour tealthat'll remind us of peacock blues, sad and beautiful, like our past and future. Now let's stain it, rip it, cuddle in its shreds, comfort ourselves, undress each other and crawl under this layer of warmth until the day when one of ussmells summer in the air and pulls the pashmina away.